http://slow.writerscafe.org/PeaKiHope1998 The original writings of author Kayliee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065963 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ~Him~        Her hair dances in the slow breathes of nature's wind, as her mourning eyes stare deep within my sole.  How have we become like this? Why is your presence felt miles away, even though you are standing before my very eyes? Are you not the same pers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/1013734/ The back of a hand brushes against the side of my face, and a small sigh escapes my lips.  That's when the laughter starts.  I awake with a jerk, slapping the hand away from me as I do so.  "Good morning, Liles." The voice of a girl mocks, stroking my face again. "How was your sleep?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/1007958/     I prick my finger on the tip of my blade, and a drip of blood smears on the smooth metal.     I twirl the blade by its' handle, bouncing on the heels of my feet as I do so.     Around a half hour passes by when a red light flashes above me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/988851/ 'I will die with us being forever enimies in my eyes, and you will die thinking of yourselves as heros... your idiot!' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/979537/    I believed fairies and elves to only be a part of my childish imagination. Though I saw them; every single one. I defeated those whom sought to bring harm, and befriended each gentle fairy.     I watched them as they danced with the wind, their invisible figures twir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/978111/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/978021/ The spirit of a young girl is crushed after the death of her mother. After fleeding from the funeral, she lets out the pain and agony that had been eating at her soul since she heard the news. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/976620/ I awaken to the chill of the room of where I sleep.  I turn from my side to my back, the cool feel of the mattress below making every hair on my body stand up. A great part of me pleads to tuck my head under the bed sheets, and surrender myself to a long awaited slumber. Though cruel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/974687/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeaKiHope1998/974173/